I wasn’t happy but I did as Ryan asked. When Tom first saw the bike and the stool in the kitchen he had a little snigger then pretended that they weren’t ‘different’. I on the other hand avoided going anywhere near them for over a week. I couldn’t even get up early and exercise on the bike because it’s in our living room very close to the sofa that Tom sleeps on. At first I wore a little dress round the house but Ryan kept pulling it off me. When I objected Ryan said, “Don’t worry about Tom; he’s seen you without your clothes on loads of times; and I’m sure that he’s not embarrassed by you being naked, are you Tom?” “Not at all Ryan.” Tom said, “It doesn’t bother me. I don’t want you to change anything because of me, just pretend that I’m not here.” “But I get embarrassed,” I said, “and I can’t go sitting on that thing (pointing to the desi stool), or exercising on my bike with Tom here; it’s too embarrassing for me.” “Honest Tanya,” Tom said, “It doesn’t bother me and there’s no reason why it should bother you. I know that it’s a girl thing; a girl need. It’s just part of life; don’t feel bad or embarrassed; just do it and ignore me.” “I can’t.” I said. “Yes you can TT.” Ryan said; “just pretend that Tom isn’t here; like you do with Mr. Perv over the road. “Who’s this Mr. Perv over the road?” Tom asked. “Oh it’s just an old man, a voyeur, in one of those apartments over the road who watches us with binoculars; we just ignore him.” “Do you want me to get some mates and go over there and beat him up?” Tom asked. “No Tom,” Ryan said, “You’re not going to beat anyone up. Just ignore him; like Tanya’s going to ignore you and go back to being naked all the time and pleasuring herself on those (pointing to the stool) things; aren’t you Tanya?” Ryan held onto my dress and wouldn’t give it back to me. I spent the rest of that day slowly getting used to Tom seeing me naked all the time. A couple of days later Ryan started giving me some grief about getting fat (hardly fat at 92 pounds) and I eventually admitted to myself that I’d have to get on the bike and that Tom would see me fucking myself with the dildo. It’s one thing Ryan stripping me and fucking me in front of his brother but me to fuck myself is something else. With Ryan’s instigating it I can at least blame him; but if I’m doing it to myself that’s completely different. Anyway, I knew that I’d have to get on my bike sometime so I indian deliberately picked a time when Tom wasn’t home and I really hoped that I’d get my time in before Tom got home. “There's the boy I fell madly in lust with... “Jake,” my wife moaned. Looking through the third doorway I saw a staircase descending deeper beneath the outpost above. He asked me to keep my palms on the wall and bend down. She was nowhere near as bold as Nicole was, but she made up for it with her bubbliness. Interrupting her indian mid-knock, I nearly slammed my screen door into Rachel’s face as desi I went to get the chips and salsa. “Thank you, thank you Mandy.” I thought to myself as I breathed deeply. Standing in front of me she A-frame her legs and bends over grabbing her ankles. At least then you can work off the price I paid for you. “Oh. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. I fought like hell to keep from orgasming, because I wasn’t ready for this experience to end, without me even having gotten my entire penis inserted up into Chris’s rectum yet, let alone not getting a chance to thrust it in and out. I pointed out to him that he was still hard. Silence.